In the bloom of spring a tree there stands

Intertwined in a cliff, it’s dwelling there

Overlooking droplets suspended in air

Reaching for heavenly golden hands

In the thicket of trees a deer lies 

keeping close watch of its fawn adjacent

Awaiting for the the fog to dissipate

Anticipating greens brushed in sunlight

And sometimes my feet feel so heavy

All the schemes they seem to know

To carry me forward, step by step—

In the soil

To carry me through this world—

Their world.

Passing through I think of how I too

Would like to dwell on a cliff

Sit upon ferns ladened with colors in bloom

To see the fog rise—

To let the sun kiss the ground once again.

With muddy boots, I stop—

Breathe—

The first in a long time.

And turn my back to the cardinal landscape

Not to ignore, to return

to care for the hand that fed me—

Feeds you

-Laura Van Moorleghem poetry